C61 ICE SIXTY-ONE: LIPSTICK STAIN.

MADISON'S POV:

My feet slammed against the floor as I burst through the mansion doors, chest heaving like I’d run a marathon. I gulped air, fighting to steady myself.

The cool night air should have been a relief, but it felt like ice against my burning cheeks. I wanted to scream, to let out all the humiliation and rage that was clawing at my insides. But,